I returned to Weymouth to stay at my grandparents house in the winter of 2002.
My grandfather had Alzheimer’s and was staying in a home not too far away so my uncle from Canada was also visiting as the same time.
My grandfather had deteriorated to the point of not really knowing who my grandmother was and it was a sad time for us all. When I visited him, he didn’t know who I was either, but he had one moment of clarity where it clicked and he started crying as he did not want me to see him like that.
My grandmother seemed to have partially accepted the inevitable as she had her engagement ring, which she hadn’t ever taken off, resized to fit my finger so that I could take it with me when I went home.
I was glad that I had lived with my grandparents during happier times and hoped that they wouldn’t suffer for too long.
Trying to make the most of the trip despite the circumstances, I went on a country walk to Upwey Manor behind my grandparents house and spent some time with my grandmother.
On New Year’s Eve, the whole town of Weymouth gets dressed up in fancy dress and goes out. So I dressed up as a fairy with my friend Sarah and her brother’s girlfriend Nadine and we hit all the old haunts with the old crew and some new friendly faces.
Sarah now lived in London in a flat with three friends. So I went to stay with her and hang out for a couple of days.
I visited my family in London and we went to the usual sights- Big Ben, Parliament Houses, Westminster Abbey, Piccadilly Circus, Leister Square, Shaftesbury Avenue, The Strand and the London Wall.
The London Eye was a new attraction which meant the line-up was too long to go for a ride so we admired it from below instead.
I visited Kensington Palace and Holland Park with my friend Clare. She also took me to Kensington High St and the fashionable Notting Hill area near where she lived. I loved the tall houses with their communal gardens.